User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-3135907-20141204195450/@comment-3135907-20141216023036

The tip to the Abbey takes but a moment, and Skipper shouts up to the mouse on the wallltop, "Ahoy! H'open up the gates, Lomben matey, double-quick! We've got us some wounded creatures in need o' patchin' up, aye!" The Abbey's heavy timber gates slowly creak open a few feet to allow the stretcherbearers to slip inside. A mole rushes out to the carriers and it becomes clear that she's in charge. "Insoide yurr, quickloike. Soon's oi 'eard thoi comen, oi 'ad moi molers clear ee oop a few beds in ee h'Infurm'ry, noice'n soft, hurr aye."